Doctor Zhivago1965

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
I asked him hadn't he one of his own, and so he talked about the Revolution.

Zhivago:
You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
I told him if he felt like that he should join the party.

Zhivago:
Ah, but cutting out the tumors of injustice, that's a deep operation. Someone must keep life alive while you do it, by living. Isn't that right?

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
I thought then it was wrong. He told me what he thought about the party, and I trembled for him. He approved of us, but for reasons which were subtle like his verse, approval like such as his could vanish overnight. I told him so.

Zhivago:
Of course I can't approve this evening something you'll do tomorrow.

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
He was walking about with a noose about his neck and didn't know. So I told him what I had heard about his poems.

Zhivago:
Not liked, not liked by whom. Why not liked?

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
So I told him that.

Zhivago:
Do you think it's personal petty bourgeois and self-indulgence?

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago:
I lied, but he believed me. And it struck me through to think that my opinion mattered.